I have been getting very sentimental as my last weeks of having roommates quickly pass by. It's strange to think that I've been pretty much living with friends for the past eight years of my life. I can hardly imagine what life will be like without having a co-comentator while watching dumb Bravo shows or not having someone there to tell me when my outfit is jacked. Don't get me wrong, I'm giddy thinking about starting the rest of my life with the man person, but it's bittersweet to think that I'll never quite have the same experiences with my best friends as I've had the past eight years.
I've ended my roommate years in the best way possible and in my favorite living space ever. I haven't really shared any pictures of our house because I've never quite felt like it was "done". Pictures never hung, a hodge podge of accessories, draperies that were too long...but I ended up realizing that's what has made this house our home. The little imperfections that make you feel comfy and cozy in your space. As I leave my favorite home, I love that my very first roommate ever is taking my place and joining my last roommates ever. Don't you love when life comes full circle like that?
So, to all the sweet friends I've lived with, thank you for the amazing memories you've given me in addition to you friendships. I love you all so much. Please come visit me even if there is a stinky boy in the house...and we all know I would never talk that way about Watson.